The BottleRock festival in Napa’s just around the corner, and I should probably brush up on the Allen material. How does “Fake Future” go again? No, seriously.

It brings me incalculable joy that a former compatriot aboard the Al Stone pirate ship’s reentering the fold for BottleRock. He’s inspired hashtags, culinary revolutions, and dare I say broken a few hearts. Though comfortably ensconced in a respectable adult job these days, he remains the heart and soul of the band, and I wake up every morning hoping to see a two word text from the Great Man: I’m back.

Well, for one night only, he is. BottleRock, bask in the glory that is #whatagoodgreg.